Gridcosm

Artist matrix

Grid poem

The bravest among them (in terms of fashion) stood aroundshouting some nonsenseat Oberon the fairy king,throwing No robe shaabaa maw web pihigh andwhether the substance was controlled or not,I saw the checkered flagwaving to its mate.

Getting around

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zoom-out
(up one level). Click the center of the grid to
zoom-in
(down one level).